DON'T GO.
DON'T LEAVE.
WITHOUT YOU HERE,
I CAN'T BREATHE.
I CHOKE IN MY OWN SELF PITY,
THINKING OF THE GOOD TIMES.
WANTING TO TURN BACK THE CLOCK,
AND MAKE AMENDS WITH YOU.
BUT IT'S TOO LATE
NOW THAT YOU'RE GONE
TO HADES AND I WAS
THE ONE IN THE WRONG.
IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME,
I'D HIT REWIND
AND DO BETTER AND
SAVE YOU FROM BURNING.
I'D PUT MYSELF IN YOUR PLACE,
AND BE YOUR SAVING GRACE
AND LET MYSELF INCINERATE
BUT IT'S TOO LATE.
YOU WON'T BE RISING FROM THE ASHES AGAIN AS I WRITHE AROUND IN MY PAIN.
YOU ARE READING
Inflorescence
PoetryI don't wanna be a seed In half bloom, I don't wanna live like that; I wanna become a flower, In full bloom, beaming, don't wanna fall flat. A collection of vignettes, poems, short stories, standalones, ideas and idk what else. Updated whenever.
